Another hour has run its course;
Another day has found its end;
Another place, in memory, thus begins
To stir up pleasant yearnings
For home, or hope, or surer
Footings, on which to sleep at last.
Another sun has journeyed west;
Another Friend has fallen low;
Another tide has failed its bid
To Bring the earth below —
And all is but another grace
Another chance to pray,
And make this yet a sacred place,
Another sacred day.
Written by Daniel Dorman